Yesterday, day three of holding the pumpkin's puking baby brother, was the six year anniversary of my due date. It did not occur to me that it was April Fools' Day until the day was gone...too caught up in trying not to be vomited upon, I suppose. There is one week left of my five-year-old being a five-year-old; for next Wednesday he will be six!
Starting today, the four-year-old gets to join her brother at school for a few mornings a week, until the end of the school year. She is stoked out of her mind. It should be more exciting for her than hanging out with me and the always-sick-with-something, non-walking toddler.
And now, upon the completion of this nearly pointless post, I'm going back to bed. Here's for a puke free day...
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